The Jock.

Our Bareback Cowgirl describes her steamy life behind the barn.

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In high school, she’d been a member of the ‘freaks and geeks’ crowd. Partaking in a mish-mash of identification attempts: goth one year, bookworm the next, wannabe hippie the year after and a misfit cheerleader somewhere in-between. When she left however, the titles became less definitive, and the boy with the biceps wearing the Hollister shirt turned out to be just another passing stranger.

Sitting with her friend Nora in an Irish pub, two men (clearly at one point jocks) start to approach them. They aren’t anywhere close to the 40 year-old age requirement she is currently overzealous about, but they are cute and fuck-able and already flirting with them. About 20 minutes in, Non-single Nora turns to her, drunkenly staring somewhere in the distance and says “I need to leave”, with the realization that her body is no longer functioning up to snuff after several cranberry-vodkas.

And just like high school, Nora decides she needs to take matters into her own hands. Girl wants sex, Boy wants sex, Friend needs to go home pronto. Nora departs from her bar stool without so much as a word, pulling one of the jocks away from the others. Girl, completely mortified at what is occurring in front of her eyes, darts to the bathroom to try to avoid the embarrassing glance she will get when Nora undoubtedly points her way saying: “Do you want to fuck her tonight?”

Girl wanting sex is now laughing drunkenly in the ladies washroom and Nora follows shortly after.

“So he’s game.” Nora says.
“Game for what?!”
“He wants to bang you. He said ‘Hell Yes!’”

Does she casually walk back into the bar and approach this jock like nothing happened? When they both know that they are too old for getting friends to do their dirty work for them?

She does.

“Hi.” He says.
“Hi…”
“I’m going to catch a cab. You gunna be okay?”
“Yeah… Yeah. I’ll be okay.”

Next thing she knows, she’s pushed up against a refrigerator in a house she’s never been in and this Hollister jock is now kissing her. The freak and the jock entangled in a slobbery embrace, the hard evidence that they aren’t in high school anymore. Quite literally.

After the first round of rather surprisingly excellent sex, she gets up to go pee and comes back to take a good look at this boy (now that most of her drunkenness has seeped from her pores). Her jaw drops when she sees this:

Courtesy of our Bareback Cowgirl.

… She stares unblinkingly at this sweat-glistened hunk of Herculeic man-flesh. She normally doesn’t go for these types – she didn’t think she could ever date this type. Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system that made her fail to notice his gorgeous pectoral muscles before, but now she was hypnotized by it – and the god-like ass that came alongside.

She did her best to snap out of it and dress quickly in an attempt to make him feel as used as possible. She always liked switching gender stereotypes and had no desire to wake up beside this caliber of manhood.

“Where are you going?”
“Home. It would appear we’re done here” and she motions her head to his nether regions at half-mast. He looks at her, offended.
“Hey! I’m not finished with you!” And with that he roughly pulls her back onto his bed.

Nothing like bruising an ego to get to round three.

– Bareback Cowgirl.